Zhao Kuo looked at the baby in his arms with a confused look on his face.

Zhao Kuo followed the warrior to a strange mansion. Ge and Di were all prepared secretly. There should be many Qin spies who wanted to get rid of Ma Fujun. They must be careful and alert. But as soon as they walked into the courtyard, a maid came up with something in her arms, leaning over to Zhao Kuo, and then handed the child in her arms to Zhao Kuo. Zhao Kuo took it with a twitch.

The warrior happily saluted Zhao Kuo again and hurriedly left the courtyard.

Zhao Kuo widened his eyes and looked at the little guy in his arms. The little guy had opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Kuo curiously. Suddenly he grinned. He had no teeth and was squirming in Zhao Kuo's arms like a bug. Zhao Kuo hurriedly hugged him tightly, looked at the maid in front of him, and asked, "Whose child is this?"

The maid lowered her head and replied, "It's yours."

"No...I...I..." Zhao Kuo looked at him blankly, turned around, looked at Ge and Di. Ge hurriedly raised his head, Di turned around, pretending to have never seen anything. Zhao Kuo said angrily: "This is not my child! I have never even held a woman's hand!" Di hummed, raised his head, looked at the sky, and said with a smile: "Yes, we all believe in you, this is not your child."

"Tell me clearly!" Zhao Kuo hurriedly looked at the maid in front of him again. The maid looked at the inner room, lowered her head and said nothing. Ge kicked Di and cursed, "Let's go, guard the door!" Di followed Ge out of the courtyard cursingly. Zhao Kuo held the child helplessly and walked into the inner room. As soon as he walked into the inner room, Zhao Kuo smelled an unpleasant smell of blood. Zhao Kuo was suddenly nervous, hugging the child with his hands and was about to escape.

"Ma Fujun..." A woman's voice came from the inner room. Zhao Kuo stopped and walked into the inner room carefully. However, there were two maids standing on both sides, on the bed, and there was still a person lying. Her hair was messy and covered with a quilt, her face was pale and haggard, she looked like she had not recovered from her serious illness, and there was still tears in her eyes. Zhao Kuo was stunned. After looking at her for a moment, she came to her senses and shouted: "You are Ying... Zhao Yiren's wife?"

Zhao Ji lay haggardly on the bed, with tears in her eyes, looking at Zhao Kuo, and said, "Zhao Ji greets Ma Fujun..."

"I was Zhao Yiren who invited me? Why didn't I know that he had other courtyards? Where are he his own people?"

Zhao Ji looked at him and said seriously: "This is Lu Buwei's courtyard. My beloved man has left Zhao State."

"Then..." Zhao Kuo was still a little confused.

"I'm just about to give birth and can't travel far. He said that he is in Handan, you are the only friend, and said that you will definitely take good care of our mother and son, Ma Fujun, please save me." Zhao Ji said hurriedly: "I am alone, with no food or money at home. How can I survive in Handan? If you can save me, I can serve you..."

"Please don't humiliate me like this." Zhao Kuo's face became a little cold and he took a few steps back.

He lowered his head, looked at the little guy squirming in his arms, and said seriously: "So...he is..."

"You chose his name. Do you want to sit still?" Zhao Ji looked at Zhao Kuo in despair, her eyes full of tears.

"Ying Zheng." Zhao Kuo whispered.

"Zhao Zheng, he is the same ancestor as you and has a common surname. Please save us."

Zhao Kuo looked at the little guy who stretched out his two little hands and waved his arms, sighed, and walked out, leaving Zhao Ji who was calling him loudly in the room. When he walked to the courtyard, he called Ge in and said, "Please go to Dong Chengzi's mansion, borrow two carriages from him, as big as possible." Ge took the order and hurried out of the courtyard. Di looked at the direction of the inner room curiously and listened to the woman's call.

"Ahem, Di, don't mention what happened today to anyone."

"Don't worry, Shaojun, I will never tell anyone!"

Zhao Kuo suddenly had a headache.

Perhaps the maid told Zhao Ji that Ma Fujun did not leave, so Zhao Ji did not continue to yell and waited indoors in a panic. Because it was cold outside, Zhao Kuo took the little guy into the side room, lit the fire, and warmed it a little. He sat by the fire, holding the future Emperor of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age of the Age

Is this the emperor of the ages?

Zhao Kuo grabbed the little guy and looked over and over again. Seeing that the little guy was about to cry, Zhao Kuo hurriedly hugged him in his arms. He was very gentle. Once he approached Zhao Kuo's chest, he opened his mouth, as if he was yawning. Zhao Kuo was happy, "What a good guy, who would have thought that when he came to Handan once, he would pick up a First Emperor."

Zhao Yiren ran away, which Zhao Kuo had expected long ago. The war became more and more intense. At this time, if he did not run away, he would be killed by King Zhao sooner or later. Even if King Zhao did not kill him, the angry Zhao people would tear him apart. However, Zhao Kuo did not expect that Yiren would entrust his wife and son to him before he escaped.

This always made Zhao Kuo feel a sense of incongruity, and history was rewritten like this. However, speaking of it, history has changed a lot since the day it came. In real history, I should have died in Changping.

Zhao Kuo stayed in the side room for a long time, and it was getting darker. Just now, the sound of Ge came from outside the door. The maid had taken Ying Zheng away and should go to feed her.

When Zhao Kuo walked to the courtyard, Di was whispering something to Dong Chengzi.

Zhao Kuo's face turned dark, and when he saw Zhao Kuo, the two hurriedly separated. Di pretended to be nothing and looked around. Dong Chengzi walked to Zhao Kuo with a smile and said with a smile: "Please forgive me. I am in the palace and there is no one in the mansion. I have been waiting for you for a long time. I have already sent the carriage..."

Zhao Kuo nodded, thanked him, looked at the sky, glared at Di again, and walked into the inner room. Everyone was waiting in the courtyard when they saw Zhao Kuo walking out with a woman in his arms.

The woman was wrapped in bedding. Zhao Kuo hugged her without any effort and walked quickly towards the carriage. Zhao Ji lay in Zhao Kuo's arms, staring at Zhao Kuo's face in a daze. Zhao Kuo did not look at her, and quickly rushed to the side of the carriage and carefully placed her on the carriage. Zhao Ji suddenly shouted in pain: "I can't get on the carriage by myself!"

Zhao Kuo was stunned and called the maids, chose one that looked stronger, and went up to support Zhao Ji. Zhao Ji looked at him resentfully and said nothing more. The other two maids, holding Xiao Ying Zheng, got on the second carriage. Everyone made arrangements, and Zhao Kuo thanked Dong Chengzi.

Dong Chengzi grinned, looked at him with a strange look, and said, "You don't have to be too polite. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have entered the palace, and I wouldn't have been the lieutenant."

"Lieutenant?" Zhao Kuo was stunned and asked, "Then Xu Li... By the way, why didn't you see Xu Li today?"

Dong Chengzi looked at him with some confusion and said, "Didn't Xu Li look for you? I heard that when he went to support you, he attacked the chief general and changed his military orders privately. Now he was demoted to Yanmen or Yunzhong. I don't know whether he had gone to the west to serve as the county magistrate. Anyway, I thought he had already found you."

"Lou Chang!" Zhao Kuo spit out a name from his teeth.

Dong Chengzi seemed to understand something and whispered: "This time he went to war with you, you'd better find an excuse to kill him and sacrifice flags. If you kill him on the battlefield, Shangjun can't say anything... His power is all within Handan. If he leaves Handan, even a infantryman can easily kill him."

Zhao Kuo didn't say anything more, looked at the sky again, and then said to Dong Chengzi: "It's getting dark, I'll go back first. I have to find you before going to war."

"Now is the time of danger. I can't believe that villain Lou Chang. Please pay attention to the inside and outside of Handan and beware of the spies of the Qin people."

Dong Chengzi nodded seriously, and Zhao Kuo led everyone away from here.

At the corner not far away, Ying Yiren was quietly watching the situation here. When he saw Zhao Kuo picking up the mother and son, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:

"A kind and righteous gentleman, but unfortunately, it was a fool like King Zhao who got him. I heard that the best bows and arrows fell into the hands of the most mediocre hunters and could not shoot tigers and leopards. The best jade, without craftsmen, was no different from ordinary stones."

"If I could get someone like Ma Fujun to serve me, I wouldn't have let him fall to the point of borrowing a carriage from others!"

"I would rather trade him for my thirty years of life!"

"Sir, is there any way for me to get him?" Ying Yiren's eyes were filled with light, and he stared at Lu Buwei next to him.
Chapter completed!